🥀Secret Desires🥀

Boundaries Of Control

Dior stared out at the skyline, her fingers tracing the edge of the wine glass as the lights of the city blinked below. The cool glass was smooth against her skin, a stark contrast to the thoughts swirling in her mind. The day had been a success—another deal closed, another victory in her career. But the satisfaction she used to revel in felt different now, muted, almost secondary.

Her mind kept returning to Joshua.

She took a slow sip of wine, letting the rich, dark flavors coat her tongue as she considered what was happening between them. The power she held over him had been intoxicating at first—a seamless extension of the control she demanded in all aspects of her life. But now it felt deeper. Joshua wasn't just submitting to her commands; he was giving her something far more precious—his trust, his vulnerability.

And she, too, had begun to feel exposed, though she would never admit it out loud. In him, she had found someone who wasn't afraid to fall at her feet, someone who craved her dominance. But he was also chipping away at the walls she had built around herself.

With a sigh, she set the glass down and glanced toward the bedroom. The anticipation of what was about to unfold between them—what always unfolded—sent a thrill through her. She could hear Joshua moving about in the other room, quietly waiting for her. He never assumed; he waited for her signal, for her to dictate what came next.

That was the rule.

Dior stepped out of the living room and walked down the hall to where Joshua waited. He stood by the bed, his posture straight but his eyes lowered, his breath shallow. He was ready—he always was when he came here.

"Undress," Dior commanded, her voice low and steady. The word fell between them like a match to gasoline, igniting the tension that had been building since the moment he walked through the door.

Joshua didn't hesitate. His fingers moved to his shirt, unbuttoning it quickly but with precision. He had learned to follow her instructions without rushing, without betraying any hint of impatience. It was all part of the dynamic, the give and take, the dance of control she had crafted between them.

As his clothes pooled at his feet, Dior took her time studying him. Joshua's body was lean but strong, his muscles taut under his skin as he stood there, waiting for her approval, for her next command. She walked closer, her eyes raking over him, savoring the way he shivered slightly under her gaze.

"On your knees," she whispered, her voice softer now but no less commanding.

Joshua dropped to the floor, his eyes still downcast, his breathing shallow. The sight of him like this—completely vulnerable, completely hers—always stirred something primal in her. She moved to stand in front of him, her fingers gently tilting his chin up so that his eyes met hers.

"You want to please me tonight, don't you?" she asked, her tone softer now but laced with authority.

"Yes, Mommy," he whispered, his voice barely audible.

A smile tugged at the corners of her mouth as she ran her fingers through his hair, her touch gentle but firm. "Good. I'm going to push your boundaries tonight, baby. I need to see how far you're willing to go for me."

Joshua swallowed hard, but he didn't flinch. "Anything, Mommy."

Her pulse quickened at his words. She loved this—the power, the control, the way he trusted her implicitly. But there was something more tonight, something deeper. She could feel it simmering under the surface, an unspoken connection growing between them.

"Lie on the bed," she ordered, stepping back to give him room.

Joshua obeyed immediately, his body moving with practiced grace as he stretched out on the bed. Dior watched him for a moment, her breath catching at the sight of him so open, so ready for whatever she had planned. She moved to the dresser, pulling out the soft leather restraints she had set aside earlier, and walked back to the bed.

Without a word, she began securing his wrists to the headboard, the leather cool against his skin as she fastened the buckles. Joshua's breathing quickened slightly, but he stayed still, trusting her completely. Once his wrists were secured, Dior moved to his ankles, binding them to the foot of the bed so that he was completely spread out, completely vulnerable.

She stood back, admiring her work for a moment. The sight of him bound like this, waiting for her, sent a thrill through her. She could feel the heat pooling low in her stomach, the anticipation building as she planned her next move.

"You look beautiful like this, baby," she murmured, her fingers tracing the length of his body as she spoke.

Joshua shivered under her touch, his muscles tensing as she ran her hand down his chest, over his stomach, teasing the edge of his waistband before pulling back. She could feel the tension radiating from him, the need, the desire to please her. But she wasn't going to give in just yet. This was her game, and she was going to take her time.

"Tonight, you're going to do exactly as I say," Dior said, her voice soft but firm. "You're going to give me everything."

"Yes, Mommy," Joshua whispered, his voice thick with anticipation.

She smiled, leaning down to press a kiss to his lips, soft at first but quickly deepening as she felt him respond to her. His body strained against the restraints, his need palpable, but he didn't fight it. He let her take control, let her dictate the pace.

Dior pulled back, her fingers tracing the line of his jaw before she moved down his body, her lips following the path her hands had taken earlier. She could feel the heat coming off him in waves, his skin warm under her touch as she teased him, drawing out every moment, every sensation.

When she finally reached the point where his need was most urgent, Dior paused, looking up at him with a smile. "You want this, don't you?"

Joshua's breath hitched, his eyes dark with desire. "Yes, Mommy. Please."

She laughed softly, the sound low and teasing. "You'll get it when I decide you've earned it."

And then she began. Slowly, deliberately, she set about pushing Joshua to his limits. Every touch, every movement was designed to tease, to pull him closer to the edge but never let him fall. His body was taut, straining against the restraints as she worked him over, his moans filling the room as he surrendered completely to her control.

She relished in it, the power, the connection that ran between them. It wasn't just about dominance anymore—it was about trust, about the way he gave himself to her so fully, without hesitation.

Dior watched him carefully, reading every twitch of his muscles, every shallow breath as she brought him closer and closer to the point of no return. And then, just when she could see him teetering on the edge, she stopped.

Joshua let out a low whine, his body trembling with need. "Please, Mommy. Please."

But Dior wasn't finished with him yet.

She leaned down, her lips brushing against his ear as she whispered, "Not yet, baby. You don't get to come until I say."

His entire body shuddered at her words, the tension in him almost unbearable now. Dior smiled, her fingers trailing lightly over his skin as she continued to tease him, drawing out every last bit of control he had left.

And when she finally decided to give him what he wanted, it was on her terms, in her time.